Before leaving, Feng Jing said to him: "If you want to make a call, just call. He... Now, he is not having a good time."
Feng Jing's tone was the same as usual, but there seemed to be a bit of bitterness in the eyes looking at him, but Du Yunxiu had no time to think carefully about Feng Jing's every move.
Du Yunxiu dialed the phone, thoughts in his head were messy.
He had met Fu Gong during the last earthquake. Although the other party was high and powerful and unfathomable, he treated Fu Zihan very well. The true love and love that others could only spy on were all placed on Fu Zihan.
Anyone who sees the relationship between grandson and grandpa will be envious.
Fu Zihan had also told him that his father was playful and had a lot of mistresses, and it was his grandfather who took care of him since he was a child. The only person he respects is his grandfather. Now Mr. Fu is dead...
The other party's mobile phone was dialed several times before it was connected, but Liu Zhang still answered: "Young Master Fu is not here now, I will tell him for you if there is anything."
"Let him answer the phone."
"Young Master Fu is not here..."
"Don't do this to me!" Du Yunxiu's voice became more serious.
He has seen a lot of this trick of the agent answering the phone and pretending that the client is not there. The last time I didn't expose it, it was to save face for the other party.
"How could it be? I know the relationship between you and us Young Master Fu. But Young Master Fu is really filming, and you also know that once an actor starts filming, he has to be responsible to the director and the entire crew, and his time is no longer his own. It's over..." Liu Zhang over there smiled slyly, and was not at all annoyed by Du Yunxiu's tone.
Liu Zhang is too good at speaking, he knows that Du Yunxiu is the most dedicated artist, so he deliberately talked about filming.
"I... heard about that incident." Du Yunxiu also realized that his previous tone was a bit harsh, so he eased it up, "Is he okay now?"
There was a pause for a few seconds, as if someone was talking to Liu Zhang. After a while, Liu Zhang sighed: "Wait a minute, I will hand over the phone to Young Master Fu, and you can talk by yourself."
It became much quieter on the phone.
In the deep night, only the sound of the signal "chichi" can be heard, and the whole person's heart seems to be infinitely emptied. Before this phone call, Du Yunxiu wanted to say a lot to Fu Zihan, but when the other party really wanted to answer the phone, his mind went blank.
Does he have the qualifications and position to comfort Fu Zihan
"Axiu." It's still the exotic accent, and the two words can't be pronounced correctly, but the familiar voice is more strange and tired than ever before. Such pretending to be strong, how could he not hear it
"Are you okay?" "I'm also very sad about your grandpa." "My condolences." Du Yunxiu wanted to say a lot of words.
But the moment the words came out of my mouth, I felt that the weight was too light and too ordinary. Compared with Fu Zihan's heavy grief of losing a loved one, it is so insignificant that it cannot fill the grief of losing a loved one at all.
"... If you feel uncomfortable, just say it." Du Yunxiu finally said softly, "We share the burden together."
Fu Zihan stayed there for a second or two before saying, "Thank you for your concern."
Before the other party responded, Du Yunxiu's heart hung high. After hearing Fu Zihan's thanks, his heart fell to the same place, and then... an indescribable feeling arose.
Just like when he watched Fu Zihan talking with his grandfather, he couldn't penetrate the atmosphere of intimacy and blending at all.
Now this apology, although polite, still has a sense of distance. Like, the actual distance between him and Fu Zihan. Du Yunxiu's next words were blocked by this thank you. Only then did he realize that there were many things between him and Fu Zihan that the other party could not tell him. Just like Fu Gong passed away, he was not the first to know. And he also has many things that he can't tell Fu Zihan, such as his real identity and his past. And the only thing that can be said, those comforting words, others must have said to Fu Zihan many times...
"Things will always pass. You have to take care of yourself." Du Yunxiu could only say this in the end.
There was no sound from the phone. Du Yunxiu waited for a while, and was about to pick up the line when Fu Zihan's voice suddenly rang out.
"I feel very tired. I never thought that Grandpa would be so early... His body has always been very healthy...
"There are so many things. Grandpa's funeral is going to be busy. On the side of the gang, the company's veterans have made small moves, and those women's children actually want to help the coffin!..."
Only then did Du Yunxiu realize that Fu Zihan was talking about his father's illegitimate son.
Fu Zihan's parents had divorced long ago, and both of them were lovers and had endless encounters. It was only because of Fu Gong's presence that Fu Zihan's father didn't bring those mistresses home. Now that Duke Fu, who is in power, has passed away, those illegitimate sons want to help the coffin, in fact, they want to recognize their ancestors and return to their clan, and they can also get a share of Crown Glory's property in the future.
Just these family affairs are so chaotic, Du Yunxiu can almost imagine other things.
Home funeral, public funeral, funeral, arrangement of mourning hall, arrangement of condolence personnel, especially Fu Gong's dual identity, on the one hand, he is the president of Crown Glory, so many celebrities and entertainers will definitely come; on the other hand, the former gray The zone, after all, worked hard in the underworld earlier, there must be many people with "friendship" participating, and once there are gangsters coming in and out, the police station will definitely be under martial law...
Plus what happened to Crown Glory.
Fu Zihan's father was a playboy, not capable enough, so after Mr. Fu delegated the power to his father, he once took it back to take the helm again, and personally trained Fu Zihan. But now that Fu Gong passed away suddenly, Fu Zihan's foundation was not stable.
As long as he thought about it this way, Du Yunxiu could feel the pressure from Fu Zihan.
"Do you want me to come over? Although I may not be able to help a lot..." Du Yunxiu asked tentatively.
The other party hesitated for a while, and finally said: "I... don't want you to see me in a mess. Come over again during the public funeral."
Du Yunxiu still acted as usual, but he also learned to use his mobile phone to surf the Internet and read news on the website during his break.
As expected, the news of Mr. Fu's death was suppressed for a few days, probably after everything was prepared, it was officially released to the media. All of a sudden, the news circles seemed to be exploding again, and the news of Mr. Fu's death was overwhelming. Just click on any website, and you will be able to see his special reports, the gangsters he went to when he was young, the crown glory he invested in after he was laundered, and his legendary life.
All that everyone cares about is the legendary love affair, glory, power and legacy of this former mob boss.
Only Du Yunxiu cared more about Fu Zihan.
— This Fu Zihan has taken on more pressure to handle everything as the eldest grandson and the heir to the crown glory.
Du Yunxiu carefully read every piece of news and every photo taken by the media.
A few days before the public memorial ceremony, Du Yunxiu asked the director for leave. Director He was a little surprised. The other party was a dedicated actor who would rather be sick than delay the start of work. Why did he ask for leave because of the funeral of the president of Crown Glory
Director He sized Du Yunxiu up, but he also felt that the other party didn't look like he was trying to curry favor with anyone. Although he was puzzled at the moment, he let it go.
At the same time, sister BoBo went with Du Yunxiu.
Sister BoBo sculpted the singers of Crown Glory in the early years, and Crown Glory also helped to get to where she is today.
Fu Gong's mourning hall cost nearly 20 million.
There are four huge round pillars artificially carved with clouds and dragons. Between the two pillars in the middle, there is a black and white photo of Mr. Fu with a kind smile. The columns and the middle of the columns are filled with white chrysanthemums, and they are paved all the way to the lower six steps, which looks solemn and solemn.
At the funeral ceremony, artists from Crown Glory, as well as other well-known superstars in the entertainment industry, came to present wreaths and elegiac couplets one by one. Then, groups of gangsters in black suits and white shirts came to the scene, offering incense, bowing and burning incense, and saying goodbye to Mr. Fu for the last time.
Due to the heavy weight of the people mourned in front, not only the media reporters flocked to it, but it was crowded. Even the police station is on the alert, armed with live ammunition, setting up a monitoring team, and dispatching a tens of millions of SNG (satellite news gathering vehicle) to monitor the real-time images of the mourning hall through satellite synchronously to prevent the situation from getting out of control or gangsters colluding secretly.
After the public memorial service, there is a funeral.
Fu Zihan was holding Fu Gong's posthumous photo, and the people who guarded the spirit behind him included Fu Gong's friends and veterans of Crown Glory. As the funeral procession moved forward, silver papers were scattered along the way, followed by two rows of lamas in yellow robes chanting sutras and praying for blessings.
Du Yunxiu looked at Fu Zihan in hemp and mourning, his eyes were red and swollen, and he suppressed his sadness.
The other party is no longer the handsome image in the past. Whether it's hairstyle, or anything else, they haven't taken care of it. Even if you know that you are still an artist, you know that there will be countless reporters and photographers shooting. For the first time, Du Yunxiu felt that Fu Zihan was so real.
Perhaps only Fu Gong can make Fu Zihan reveal such a real side.
It wasn't until sunset that Fu Zihan came back from the bone tower where he was buried. All the people in the mourning hall had dispersed, leaving only the pale chrysanthemum shivering in the wind. The wind blew a chill, the huge mourning hall was empty and silent, only Du Yunxiu was waiting for Fu Zihan in a corner.
However, the expression on Fu Zihan's face was not only sad, but also full of anxiety.
Liu Zhang followed behind him, also looking anxious!
Du Yunxiu felt that the atmosphere was not right. After thinking about it, he decided to go forward and ask.
After the two hesitated, they told him that there was a man named Hong San who had worked hard with Mr. Fu. Earlier, Mr. Fu did not have enough funds and asked him to borrow a large sum of money from him. Now that Mr. Fu passed away, the other party came here with his brothers. Ask for an account. In addition to the compound interest over the past ten years, it turned out to be a huge amount, and the other party arrogantly demanded 50% of Crown Glory's equity as compensation!
Fu Zihan was very angry.
The money did exist, but Mr. Fu had already paid it off, and there were witnesses at the beginning. It's just that the man moved to the United States now, Hong San thought that the other party was dead, Mr. Fu passed away, and there was no one to confront him, so he came to bully the younger one.
The man was actually not dead, Fu Zihan managed to contact him, and the other party also agreed to come to mourn and confront him. Now that Hong San was advancing step by step, and he was going to make trouble again tonight, that person lost contact on the way. Seeing the time approaching, even Fu Zihan, who was fearless and Liu Zhang, who had seen countless worlds, couldn't help feeling anxious.
After Du Yunxiu finished listening, he vaguely remembered something, and asked tentatively, "That man...is his name Tang Qishi?"
Many years ago, Lin Xuan seemed to be bullied by that Hong San. And the person who made him stop in the end, he still remembers it very clearly, because the other person's clothing temperament, the feeling like the ice in the deep sea, is not comparable to ordinary people!
As soon as Du Yunxiu spoke, Fu Zihan and Liu Zhang were stunned for a moment. This kind of gangster inside story is basically top secret, and the name Tang Qishi is not something that young people like Du Yunxiu would know.
"Maybe... there is a way." Du Yunxiu murmured as he saw the two of them jumping in anxiety.
Although, it's a big risk to take.
Hong San took his brothers to Fu Gong's mourning hall.
More than ten years have passed, some of the brothers in the gang back then have no bones left, some have been imprisoned, and may not be able to come out even after death, and some have achieved great careers and went their separate ways. He was the only one who, after so many years, became worse and worse. In the end, he still guarded a small territory, collected protection fees, gathered gambling, and asked his subordinates to send some women to nightclubs to be girls, barely making a living.
Hong San was also very surprised to hear the news of Brother Fu's death suddenly. Thinking of the ruthlessness and hostility of Brother Fu when he raised the knife and fell, he followed behind as a younger brother, and he saw it clearly, and sighed in his heart, such a person would also die of cerebral hemorrhage. But after lamenting, Hong San, who has been doing crooked ways all these years, came up with other ideas...
The mourning hall was empty.
There were only white lights hanging high, surrounded by clean and solemn chrysanthemums, and black and white posthumous photos hung between the two columns.
Fu Zihan and Liu Zhang changed into black suits and stood a little in front of the mourning hall.
Hong San rolled his eyes, paced, and walked over slowly: "Xiao Fu, my condolences are changing... Brother Fu will watch in the spirit of the sky."
Hong was over fifty in three years, with a fat body and a beer belly. There are very thick gold chains and gold rings around the neck and fingers. It looks rich and powerful, as rude as a street rascal, but in every word and deed, it is carrying the airs of an elder.
Fu Zihan said coldly: "Thank you for your concern. My grandfather will watch everything here from the sky!"
Hong San rubbed his hands: "That's that! You are Brother Fu's most beloved grandson, and we uncles will help you no matter what you say. If you have anything to do in the future, just come to my Uncle Hong! After all, I also have a share of Crown Glory." ,what?"
Hong San had a smile on his face, and he spoke very kindly. While talking, he turned to look at the brothers behind him. Those people were used to seeing Hong San's face, and they knew what to do with just one look. They immediately nodded and bowed, and echoed:
"Our Master Hong has always been fair, so don't worry, Young Master Fu!"
"Yes, yes, with Master Hong here, Young Master Fu can act and become a star with peace of mind! Just leave the matters in the company to Master Hong!"
These people were not as polite as Hong San, with frivolous tone and playful smiles.
Especially when it comes to the word "star", it seems to be ironic that young masters like Fu Zihan can only be actors and know nothing about company management.
Fu Zihan's face was ashen.
On the other hand, Hong San accepted it as soon as he saw it, and lightly scolded those people a few words, then turned his head: "Little Fu, although Brother Fu is gone, but the money he borrowed before... I can't ask for it if I don't get it back." Tell me, brothers."
Fu Zihan said coldly: "It's a joke! My grandfather's money has already been returned to you!"
Although it is a messy account that cannot be cleared up, what should be discussed is still to be discussed.
Hong San smiled "hehe": "Little dolls are so ignorant of the rules now! Xiao Li, bring me the IOU!" Xiao Li next to me hurriedly handed over the IOU.
Hong San held it in his hand, and shook it in front of Fu Zihan: "Black and white! It's clearly written! It doesn't matter how much profit you make because you are a junior! But... refuse to admit it, don't say yes!" To embarrass your grandfather, even if you know about it on the road, you are still on the side of 'reason'!"
"Grandpa didn't have time to take back the original IOU, but the money was returned to you in front of Uncle Tang!"
"Tang... Tang Qishi?"
"Exactly."
"Hehe, that's funny! Could it be that I, an elder, would still lie to you?! An IOU is an IOU, and it's based on real evidence." Hong San was not afraid, but in a flash, he immediately returned to his old and cunning appearance. Tang Qishi had indeed been overpowering him back then. Apart from Brother Fu, he was most afraid of Tang Qishi. That man was too calm and gloomy, making it hard to understand what he was thinking. But ever since Fu Zihan's father got married, that man left here, went abroad, and never heard from him again. He didn't believe it, it was such a coincidence that Fu Zihan was able to invite Tang Qishi over in just a few days.
"Really?" Fu Zihan sneered.
"Everyone, stop arguing. Invite Mr. Tang over here, and it will be clear!" Liu Zhang smoothed things over.
"... that's fine!" Hong San's face froze, and he responded immediately.
Even if, even if Tang Qishi really came, after so many years, would I still be afraid of him? !
Fu Zihan and Liu Zhang looked at each other.
The lighting on the stage above the mourning hall suddenly flickered several times, flickering on and off, on and off, everyone was unprepared, and in this atmosphere, they caught a glimpse of pale chrysanthemums and photos of the deceased for a while, it was eerie. , The heartbeat accelerated a bit!
"Pa—" The two large lights suddenly went out.
There were only two other lamps left, and the hall, which was still bright and bright just now, suddenly became much darker, and the light was no longer so clear.
"Where is Tang Qishi?" Hong San was also surprised. But he was in the underworld, killing people and stealing goods, he had never seen anything before, how could he be intimidated by this kind of scene, after he calmed down, he asked.
"Uncle Tang... Isn't he right there?" Fu Zihan pointed to the corner beside him, his tone respectful.
Hong San looked in the direction. I saw that there was indeed a seat on the seat not far away, which was different from the others.
Someone is sitting there.
More precisely, the man sat wrapped in a long gray fur coat with a mink and fox collar. The fur on the fur coat was as soft and smooth as velvet, and shone with a luxurious and mysterious silver light.
Between the fluffy collar, a pointed chin and a small half of his face are exposed. His face is pale and he wears sunglasses.
The man's face was pale, and he seemed to be sick all year round, so even in this season, he had to be wrapped in a fur coat. The other party just sat quietly, holding an azure teacup in his hand.
But only because of that person. That row of seats, no, it should be that place, the whole air feels different.
Hong San's heart tightened.
Tang Qishi.
Only Tang Qishi can bring that feeling.